May 2012
56 posts
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I think if you needed surgery the doctors would cut your insides and pull out the scalpel covered in stars
torn out one by one until you choke on the luminosity and stop wishing on dead illusions in the sky mother I made a wish tonight
they should have told us when we were little the stars have no ears
and these wishes linger in the air swallowed as easily as they were exhaled
bodies lined...
Anonymous asked: your writings insightful and beautiful. I have similar thoughts stirring and its nice to find words strung together so well. So well, in fact that I almost feel guilty for reading your work instead of taking time myself to explore how I might begin a composition with these thoughts. I hope your dreams thrive and that your dedication can keep up. I hope the same for everyone. and for the sake of...
Anonymous asked: What was the last song you posted? Thank you!
“When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now...”
– Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
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it’s not time to go yet your feet still drags a little with each step maybe the more you walk the more concrete will seep through the soles of your feet and line your heart until it hardens like the calloused fingertips that once stroked your hair until you slept. split your sides open where did your ribs go all I see are daises I thought you stopped swallowing petals for me now you’ll fall and...
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moments come and go like the polite smile given when they say nice to meet you too I wonder who will touch the sky first your hands or mine
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light the world on fire and extinguish it with memories see how many you have to give up to save everyone but don’t choose the ones that hurt the most because then we’ll throw you into the fire too until all memories burn to ashes like the soot...
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so much potential too bad the mind is fucked beyond belief and none of it is real that’s the worst part none of it is real there’s this shit inside that never gets out I don’t know what it is anymore but it swims wading through the mind like a tease when will you give in it asks does this hurt enough you seem to handle it okay why don’t I turn it up a notch and fuck your...
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wrap my spine into a bow
take my strongest bones bend them all
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I think I’m looking for something but it’s difficult to cure a nostalgia that doesn’t really exist. There are thoughts that dangle in front of my eyes sometimes and they make my eyelids tired and heavy like nails glued to lashes but I swear they don’t belong to me. They’re visitors, like fireflies that banded together and said they’d change the world but were outshined by city lights. ...
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I couldn’t fall asleep for a while last night. But I remember thinking that I had to close my eyes in fear that I would taint the 5AM silence— that if my eyes were open the walls would fall flat and time would pause and morning would never come. What a silly thing to imagine— the dark doesn’t care if you’re awake, darling. It’ll leave you in the shadows, teasing the forearm...
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Milk tea with extra boba, bandcamp with earphones in, word document open— light streaming in from all the windows.
I have no idea what the rest of the day holds. But I’ve been told, remember to try to stay in the moment.
“In a perfect world, you could fuck people without giving them a piece of your...”
– Neil Gaiman
Anonymous asked: do you use photoshop for your pictures? if so, which one?
have you ever puked demons
why don’t the monsters stay at other hotels
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I want to write something but I fear what words may come out and parts of me fold up and cringe when compiling sentences that sound too _________ but unfortunately the feeling is dominating like cubes of ice passing by fire on the street and forgetting what it means to be frozen so they melt and melt and so these words too they spill they spill they spill like
gas in the pacific and the nations
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“Then, at once, evening became night. Sometimes there is no warning. Things occur...”
– Charles Bukowski
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I wanted to tell you that the color of your couches was exactly how I had imagined them to be in my head. Sea-foam calm yourself green, against a clean white wall and carpet floor. I wanted to tell you that I couldn’t solve the stupid hand puzzle scramble thing in the waiting room. It was supposed to make the moon and the moon had a face and clouds around it too but some of the pieces were...
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there’s something about these faces can you explain why everyone’s unsure don’t stare but glance five seconds there’s something on these faces that can’t be there
five I dreamt that I could fly but all the colors washed off the houses like melting crayons when I found my way back home
four she said I couldn’t make it so that night I broke her heart and left
three a few days later I think I...
